[FM] Free use helped me orgasm while on a new anti-depressant

Anti-depressants aren’t a big deal! Tons of people are on them. But they aren’t always a perfect science, and there are times when someone is on the wrong medication or the wrong dosage and it leads to some less-than-fantastic side effects. Although my medication has since been straightened out, my dosage was too high for a couple weeks earlier in quarantine. My partner Henry was of course patient and understanding, but I was unable to orgasm either during sex or by myself for long enough that I became concerned and scheduled an appointment with my psychiatrist to adjust my dosage. My sex drive was significantly lower as well, and I hated that I wasn’t meeting Henry’s needs. At no point did he guilt me or express frustration over me never initiating sex or not being able to finish whenever we did become intimate, but it still weighed on me whenever I realized he had sneaked off to the bathroom to jerk off.

So, I proposed a solution. Any time I was in my underwear or naked, Henry could fuck me. We had started playing around with variants of free use earlier in the summer, and this took the pressure off of him to initiate sex or me to orgasm. The only rules were the underwear/nudity signal, vaginal sex only, and that Henry had to lube up first since vaginal dryness was another unfortunate side effect of my medication. I was confident this would help. He was hesitant at first, but slowly become comfortable with the idea after I repeatedly insisted that this was what I wanted for both of us.

Day One:

Henry slipped inside me as I was washing our breakfast dishes, his mouth leaving desperate kisses on my back and neck as he fucked me with quick, shallow thrusts. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I covered his hands with mine. “Yes,” I whispered, “Please fuck me, I want to make you feel good.”

He let out a quiet groan. “Is this doing anything for you?” he asked softly, slipping a hand down to rub my clit.

I winced at the question. “I’m turned on by the thought of you being turned on,” I responded tentatively, “And it objectively feels good. But it isn’t the same.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his thrusts slowing and stopping.

“Hey,” I whispered, pushing him off me and turning around, “You have nothing to be sorry about, ok? It has nothing to do with you. I love you, and your cock is still my favorite fucking thing in the world.”

He nodded and kissed me briefly. I hopped onto the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled sadly and pushed back inside me. I locked eyes with him. “I want you to fuck me,” I told him simply as he gradually began pumping again, “I want you to cum inside me, and I want to make you feel good. I am still enjoying myself, even if I don’t initiate or moan or orgasm. Do you understand?”

He nodded again, his brow furrowing as he picked up the pace. “Now are you going to cum for me, or do I have to beg?” I smirked.

Henry laughed and wrapped his arms around me, fucking me wildly and letting out soft groans and pants. Within another minute, he shuddered and came deep inside me. I cupped his face and kissed him slowly, slipping my tongue in his mouth before peppering quick kisses across his lips, cheeks, and nose. “Are you sure this is ok?” he asked between kisses, “It feels… different. Than before.”

I forced him to look me in the eye. “This is what I want. Will it make it easier for you if we start out only having sex face-to-face? So you can see for yourself that this is consensual?”

He nodded. I kissed him again softly and smiled at him. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Day Two:

I woke up to Henry slowly kissing down my neck. A twinge of something began stirring in my panties, and I opened my legs wider for him. He grabbed the lube from our bedside table and dripped some on his cock as I pulled my panties to the side. Kissing me deeply, he pushed past my entrance and began fucking me with slow, languid thrusts, my legs wrapping around his hips as he groaned softly. Pleasure grew in my lower belly. I didn’t say anything, not wanting to risk it evaporating if I called attention to it. I bit my lip as Henry buried his face in my neck and got rougher. A small moan spilled from my lips. His thrusts faltered. “Did you just moan?” he asked in a whisper, pressing kisses to my neck, jaw, and cheek.

I nodded. “That’s amazing,” he marveled, “Is there something you want me to do?”

I shook my head. “Just keep going,” I murmured.

Frustratingly, the pleasure kept reaching a kind of wall and and not getting me past a certain point. “It’s not gonna happen for me,” I whispered, trying not to let my bitterness appear in my tone, “Please cum whenever you’re ready.”

He nodded and kissed me softly. Soon after, he groaned and stopped thrusting, warm cum flooding my pussy as he whispered my name and held me tighter. Brushing his hair back from his forehead, I kissed the top of his head. “Thank you,” he whispered as he regained his breath.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I murmured stroking his back, “I want this as much as you do.”

Day Three:

While watching TV after work in my underwear, I looked up to see Henry naked and hard, smiling sheepishly as he stroked his lubricated cock. I laughed and got up, slipping my panties down my legs and unhooking my bra. He sat down on the couch and reached out for me. Without hesitation, I straddled him, placed my feet on the couch cushions, and guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down his erection. I rested my hands on his shoulders for balance and began bouncing on his cock as he released a deep breath and smiled up at me. He quickly took over to set the pace. I let out soft gasps as he began fucking me from below, his hips raising to meet mine with every bounce. “Fuck,” I whispered, trailing a hand down my body to rub my clit.

Henry’s entire face lit up, and he increased the force of his thrusting. My cheeks flushed. Twinges of pleasure flickered in my pussy, but it wasn’t much. I let out a frustrated huff and stopped touching my clit. “Do you want to stop?” he asked softly.

“No! Fuck, Henry, I want you to cum,” I laughed, covering his hands with mine on my hips, “My pussy is yours to use. Just like before.”

His brow knit together in pleasure. “Can you keep talking?”

I leaned in to whisper, my lips brushing against his ear with every word. “Please cum for me, Henry. Fuck, I love making you feel good. The fact that you want me like this turns me on so fucking much, you have no fucking idea. Please use my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

A couple more thrusts and Henry came, kissing me forcefully as his hands tightened around my hips.

Day Four:

I woke up horny. What the fuck? Oh my fucking god YES. The sound of the shower running reached my ears, and I slipped out of bed to join Henry, rapidly stripping off my pajamas as I ran. He smiled over at me as I burst into the bathroom. “Good morning!” he grinned, his expression shifting when he saw my face, “Everything ok?”

“Fuck me,” I demanded, “Right now.”

“Oh my god, yeah, ok!” he stammered excitedly, immediately reaching down to start jerking himself as I opened the shower door and stepped inside.

I slammed my lips against his, my tongue immediately forcing inside his warm mouth. My hand took over for his, stroking his hardening cock roughly as he began to rub my clit, his fingers moving desperately to try to bring me pleasure. He pushed me against the wall and broke the kiss to look me in the eye. “I don’t have any lube,” he murmured, “Should we just use water?”

“Water is terrible lube,” I laughed, dropping to my knees.

Maintaining my frantic energy, I forced his erection past my lips and into my throat, loud glugging noises reverberating off the shower walls as I aggressively bobbed on his cock. Henry’s body curled in on itself, his hands instinctively grabbing my head. I pulled back and spat on it, shoved it in my mouth again, and repeated the process. His cock was fully lubricated with my saliva within a minute. I stood up and turned around, bracing my hands against the shower wall. He immediately grabbed my waist and thrusted inside me, setting a pounding rhythm and fucking the breath out of my lungs. “Oh… oh my god,” I moaned, pushing my hips back against him.

“Fuck, Lily, yes!” he groaned, smacking my ass once.

I reached a hand down and rubbed my clit. Pleasure grew as he fucked me, his cock pumping into me roughly as I let out soft moans. Was I about to…? I could feel something building and almost breaking. YES. Fucking finally! After weeks of trying, of waiting, or feeling guilty and like less of a woman. Aaaaaand then it disappeared.

A frustrated cry spilled from my lips and I slammed my hand against the shower before covering my face. Henry stopped thrusting, his hands releasing my hips so he could wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly against his chest as he whispered encouraging words. “Hey,” he murmured, “It’s ok. I’m so sorry it isn’t happening for you right now. But it isn’t permanent. We can keep trying.”

“I don’t want to keep trying,” I huffed, tears of frustration blurring my vision.

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but it isn’t your choice,” he whispered, pulling out, turning my around, and pinning me against the cold shower tiles.

“What do you mean?” I asked, letting out a water laugh and surprised by the dichotomy of his sweet, understanding tone and his actions, “Of course it’s my choice.”

“I hate to be the one to point this out, but you’re naked right now,” he smirked, kissing down my neck.

“Obviously.”

“And we agreed that any time you were naked or in your underwear, I could fuck you. So I’m gonna fuck you right now. And I’m gonna take my fucking time.”

“Henry…”

“Oh, are you gonna go back on our agreement after insisting it was ok?”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “No, I’m not gonna go back on it.”

“Good,” he stated simply, turning off the shower.

Without even letting me grab a towel, he dragged me from the bathroom to our bedroom, water dripping from our bodies onto the floor with every step. Pushing me on the bed, he kissed down my body, pausing to swirl his tongue against my nipples. His face hovered over my pussy. I tangled my hands in his hair as we locked eyes. I nodded. Henry devoured my clit, his tongue flicking against it rapidly and then sucking it softly into his mouth. Two of his fingers pushed into my pussy, sliding in surprisingly easily. Moaning softly, I rubbed my pussy against his face. “Fuck me,” I begged, “Please, Henry.”

He turned me over onto my stomach and resettled me in the middle of the bed before straddling my legs and pushing into me in a prone position. His chest pressed against my back. Wrapping his arms underneath me, he started thrusting slowly. I let out a loud moan and grabbed his forearms, arching my back to provide deeper access. “You’ve been making me cum every day,” he grunted, his thrusts getting harsher, “You’ve been begging me to cum quickly, but I’m not stopping this time until you tap out.”

“Henry, we don’t know if I’ll be able to finish,” I whimpered.

“I don’t give a fuck if you finish,” he muttered, clearly lying, “But I’m going to keep fucking you until you actually beg me to stop, not just beg me to cum.”

“Ok,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing.

He kissed my shoulder and pushed himself up on his wrists, his cock punishingly stretching me with each violent thrust. I reached behind myself and spread my ass so he could fuck me deeper. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his thrusts not missing a beat, “Spread your cheeks for me.”

“Oh! Oh my god. Keep going,” I begged.

“You’ve been such a good girl, letting me cum inside you all week. It’s time that you let me reward you for being so good.”

Removing one of my hands from my ass, I rapidly slapped my clit. Henry kept speaking. “I know you love feeling me cum inside you. Do you have any idea how good it feels when you cum on my cock? The way your pussy tightens and you let out the sexiest moans and you scream my name?”

“Henry!” I moaned.

“Ah, fuck, yes, exactly like that,” he encouraged, grabbing my waist and placing his weight against it as he pounded into me, “You have no idea how fucking hot it is when you call out my name. I’m the one who makes you feel this good.”

“Don’t change what you’re doing,” I cried, still slapping my clit as pleasure built and built inside of me.

It fizzled again, and I let out another groan of anger, bringing my hands up to bury my face in them. “It’s not gonna happen,” I cried.

Unperturbed, Henry pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and straddled one of my legs, bringing my other leg over my shoulder. He slid back inside me, his arms wrapping around my raised leg. “You didn’t beg me to stop,” he smirked down at me, kissing my ankle as he thrusted forcefully.

I laughed and draped one arm over my face. “You’re not giving up today, are you?” I asked rhetorically.

“Clearly neither are you, if you are letting me keep trying.”

My face flushed. “I like the persistence,” I murmured.

“What was that?” he grinned.

“Shut up,” I laughed.

One of Henry’s hands started rubbing my clit. I uncovered my face and looked up at him, my brow knitting together as I bit my lip. “That feels really good,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked, trying to contain his excitement.

I nodded and reached a hand down to take over for him, knowing exactly where and how to hard to touch myself. He maintained his thrusting. “Gooooood,” he murmured, his pelvis slapping against my inner thigh with every thrust, “Keep going. Rub your clit for me.”

Heat spread across my cheeks and down my breasts, my entire body flushing. A tingle again began brewing. I didn’t fully trust it, but I rubbed my clit harder all the same, a part of me holding out hope that this was the one that would finally break. “Henry, I — I think…”

“Don’t think,” he interrupted, “Get out of your head. Close your eyes. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

“I taught you that trick,” I huffed, but I listened to him all the same and closed my eyes.

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. All the while that same tingle grew, building and radiating out through my pussy. My eyes shot open as it reached a peak. “Henry!” I cried, “Oh my god!”

“Yes! Cum for me, Lily, YES!”

A squeaky scream escaped from my mouth as I finally, blissfully tumbled my way into an orgasm, my body shuddering as I grabbed one of Henry’s thighs and dug my nails into it. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I screamed, my pussy pulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed against me.

He let out a triumphant laugh as he continued fucking me, excitement and pleasure evident on every inch of his handsome face. Fucking finally. Never before had I so thoroughly understood why some people refer to orgasms as a “release.” My whole body hurt as if I had been clenching every muscle. Maybe I had been? All I knew was that this felt like a victory, and that I was sure as fuck not going to be trying to cum again while on this high a dose.

My body stilled, and I removed my hands from his thigh and my own clit. He stopped thrusting, released the leg on his shoulders, and rearranged us so that his hips were comfortably settled between my legs, his cock never once leaving my pussy. With a devastatingly happy smile, he pressed his chest around mine and wrapped his arms underneath me. “You ready to tap out yet?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I laughed, “I got nothing left in me. Please consider this official notice that I’m tapping out.”

“Hmmm… it wasn’t given to me in writing. I’ll waive that requirement this time as a personal favor,” he teased, kissing me once softly as he increased his pace again.

I raked my fingers down his back encouragingly and wrapped my legs around his hips. He let out a whispered curse as he finally gave himself permission to cum, his body slamming against mine over and over again. “Ohh fuck,” he groaned, bucking against me wildly.

“Please cum for me, Henry,” I begged.

His lips crashed against mine as he focused on his own pleasure again, thrusting against me two or three more times before I felt cum flow into my pussy. He let out a groan against my lips, his breathing catching as he came violently. I cupped his face with my hands. He broke the kiss so he could pant heavily, his forehead nestling against my neck. “Oh my god,” he laughed, “I am absolutely exhausted.”

“Thank fucking god my appointment is this week. I don’t think I have it in me to try this again.”

He pulled me closer against him and slowly relaxed against me. “You’ll feel back to normal so so soon,” he promised softly, kissing my cheek.

“Prepare yourself, boy. The second my sex drive is back, it’s over for you. You won’t be able to get anything done. I’m gonna lock you in the bedroom and make you fill me with cum until it starts leaking out my ears.”

“A disgusting image, but a life well spent. I can’t fucking wait.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibpy87/fm_free_use_helped_me_orgasm_while_on_a_new